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[alec_or_alonzo]

Phil is curled up by the fire with the latest issue of The Canadian Woman. She has flipped right past the articles on new crochet techniques and moved directly on to the short serials at the back. There's this simply darling one about the wife of a Methodist missionary, but that's beside the point

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[kindred_spirit]

"Hello, Phil. Happy New Year."

1882 is shaping up to be a wonderful year, in Gil's opinion.

[alec_or_alonzo]

"Gil!" Phil dog-ears the corner of a page, closes her magazine, and smiles up at her friend.

"Do sit down. Happy New Year to you too! It's been ever so long since I've seen you. How have you been? And how is Avonlea? Or, rather, White Sands, I suppose it is. Have you been imparting great wisdom into impressionable young minds?"

[kindred_spirit]

"Less wisdom than I should have liked," he says, sitting down. "Alec Dawson has, in his latest compostion, informed me that Joan of Arc was Noah's wife. But White Sands is good, and Avonlea is better, and Anne is very very well indeed. How have you been, Phil?"

[alec_or_alonzo]

She raises an eyebrow, "Joan of..." and then she laughs, "of Ark! You know, that would really be quite funny if it were done intentionally, though I must admit it's rather sad for your poor student. He must be very confused in Sunday school."

She grins, "And I'm so glad that everything is well. I've been meaning to write, you know, for I think our, well, our time schedules seem to be matched up again, but I'm a truly dreadful correspondant. It is a part of my New Year's resolutions to be much better at it, but, then, I'm not terribly resolute, am I?"

And she laughs again, "But I'm well, nonetheless. Bolingbroke is as exciting as ever."

[maid_of_astolat]

"Good even, Philippa. Might I get you something from Bar or kitchen tonight?"

Elaine has tray in hand and a smile on her face.

[alec_or_alonzo]

"Good evening, Elaine."

She grins, "I shall have a cup of tea, but only if you call me Phil. Philippa makes me feel so stately and matronish, and I simply cannot abide to feel matronish. I'm far too young and lovely to have such a ghastly name thrust upon me."

She smirks with a hint of self-mockery. "And how are you this evening?"

[maid_of_astolat]

Elaine laughs. "Of course, Phil." She goes to get her a cup of tea, and brings it back. "I am very well. What are you reading?"

[alec_or_alonzo]

She takes the tea with thanks.

"Oh, this?" She holds it up to show Elaine, "It's just a magazine called The Canadian Woman. Sometimes the articles are quite good, though this issue seems to have a great deal to say about the best way to make one's wedding doilies, which holds no great amount of interest for little old me. There are some serials and sketches which can be fairly amusing though."

She shrugs, "It's not exactly classic literature, but it is fun."